What are you doing this Christmas? Are you planning a large celebration with family or friends? Do you have a trip in mind? If so, would you like to go to Ireland or Scotland, England or Finland and experience the celebration of a different culture? Perhaps Hawaii or a Caribbean island where it’s warm? Are […]
Dec 5, 2017
Just An Appetizer of a Mystery
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Last night, a thunderstorm blew through, in a hurry to get somewhere else, evidently. We did get a sample, just an appetizer of rain. It left me hoping for more. The temperature has dropped now to a more seasonal level. You know, life has more real mysteries than a writer could ever dream up. Sometimes, […]
Dec 4, 2017
An Inner Core of Firm Resolve or The Lesson From the Avocado
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We’ve all heard, “Growing old is not for sissies.” Let me enlarge on that: “Writing is not for sissies.” Or, just about anything we want with our whole heart and have to work hard to get is not for the faint-hearted. We must have an inner core of firm resolve. Sort of like the avocado. […]
Dec 3, 2017
Sunday Coffee with Blanche
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My friend Carol sent an email this morning. On the subject line, she had written, Sunday Coffee with Blanche. It would be nice if she and I could sit down for coffee this morning–it would be nice if you and I could too. So, let’s pretend. This morning as I was checking through the news […]
Dec 2, 2017
Determination, Your Name Is Squirrel
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A small, bushy-tailed animal, a few years ago, made a big impression on me. If anyone had determination, he did. As I looked out my front room window, I saw a small squirrel, probably young and inexperienced, pulling a stick across the yard. This wasn’t just any stick, it was a big stick. It was at least […]
Nov 30, 2017
A Cross Patch Day Made Right
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What do you get when you cross a cloudy, damp, chilly day with three lively ladies, coffee, and snickerdoodles? Well, you get a cozy critique, of course. The rain had stopped by time for the critique but I doubt rain, sleet, or snow would have stopped Peg and Jane from trudging through the November day. […]
